The Bar at the End of the Universe

Perhaps because there was a lull in activity at the bar, no one would ever know quite why, the door opened. A dark haired young man stumbled in, half tripping over his own feet. Music could be heard, from the other side, if anyone were close enough to the door, to notice. He noticed the slam of the door, and the silence that greeted him, on this side. He frowned, and turned around, hand reaching for a door knob that wasn't there.

"What the hell?" he muttered, dark eyes shifting tot ake in the sights of the bar. This was most definitely not where he had thought to be.